Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 01:51:08 GMT
From: Jon
Subject: Brandon and Mark
At the request of several readers, I have started a new series about
Brandon and Mark. I have no idea how often this will be written or how
many parts. It all depends on demand. I hope you like it. If you haven't
read the Nick and Jonathan series, you'll have no clue who these two
are. Please go read the Nick and Jonathan series. It will help you to
understand who these guys are and how they do what they do. The first part
of this series takes place in Las Vegas in alignment with the 11th part of
Nick's and Jonathan's `A New Life' and will give you a glimpse into their
personal lives as well as the whirlwind of activity that goes on around
Nick and Jonathan. Hope you like it. Comments as always
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Brandon and Mark
Chapter One:
"I can't believe we came out to the Boss" said Mark as he was standing on
the balcony of there Casita at the Boulders Resort in Arizona. It was just
after 1am and the night desert was silent. A full moon was rising behind
Black Mountain, adding depth and character to the desert floor. Brandon
came up behind Mark and handed him a glass of wine.
"It seemed the thing to do" said Brandon. "I mean it has been what? Almost
a year. Jonathan is eerily adroit at figuring out things. I've been with
him for almost 6 years now. There is very little that escapes his
attention." He paused to think of things he could never tell Mark about
their employer. "You'd be surprised at what Jonathan knows. Nick too"
"Whatever you say" said Mark taking a sip of his wine. "It is all still
amazing to me, 3 years later that I'm here working for them. Now I've got
you out in the open and I can't think of a place I'd rather be"
"We all set for Las Vegas tomorrow?" asked Brandon.
"Yeah" said Mark. "The guys trip is all set. We'll go up with them and then
head over to MGM Grand after they are settled. The computers are set to do
a final update to their laptops at 0600 hours this morning. We are booked
into one of the Skylofts that Jonathan keeps on retainer and apparently a
$100,000 dollar a day line of credit billed back to the company is
established in our name. According to the email, either one of us can
access it and it labels us as `Whales' in the Vegas vernacular."
"We need to keep that under control as much as possible." Said Brandon
finishing his wine. "I've been with Jonathan for six years like I said, and
I know he meant what he said that we are to use the skyloft and the credit
and all, but I'm a little uncomfortable wiping out a few hundred thousand
on the tables."
"What wipe out?" asked Mark turning as they went into the casita. "I
personally plan to break the bank. Between our two minds, we should be able
to do very well on the tables"
"We'll see" said Brandon, "In the meantime we've got to be up at 8 or so. I
think it is bedtime"
"I'm not really sleepy yet." Said Mark. "I mean I am and I'm not"
"Well then" said Brandon, taking off his shirt and starting to undo his
pants. "I'm sure we can manage to tire you out some"
Mark watched as Brandon undressed. At 29, Brandon stood 5'11", and weighed
in at about 165. His blond hair was habitually kept short and spiky. His
upper body showed definition of working out without being excessive. A
sprinkling of medium dark hair covered his chest. There was a tight curly
bunch of hair around his 6" uncut cock and a normal amount of blond hair on
his legs. In contrast, Mark was around 6'1" about 170. He had a natural
runners body that came from running every day in St. Thomas. He had, he
admitted to himself, added a few more pounds that he really didn't want,
but didn't show him off badly. He didn't have the definition that Brandon
had, but was still in great shape. His chest was covered with a large
amount of black hair that matched his head and legs. A fairly thick trail
of it followed down his abs leading to a heavy black bush around his own 6"
cut cock. His nut sack was equally hairy. While, Brandon preferred Boxers,
Mark was very much into briefs, having a collection of all designer label
stuff. His three years working for Stonewolf Enterprises and its' lavish
salary had allowed him to indulge in his `hobby' as he called it.
Brandon now naked, except for his Joe Boxer Smiley boxers, pulled him
towards the bed and started to undress Mark. Soon the two were down to
their underwear, obvious excitement showing in both of theirs. Mark lay
down gently on top of Brandon, kissing him slowly at first then with
growing passion. He ground his own leaking cock into the bulge that was
Brandon's. Reaching down, he slipped off his briefs and put his hard cock
into the fly of Brandon's boxers. Grinding and thrusting his cock along
Brandon's made both of their cocks leak.
Breaking the kiss Brandon rolled over, placing Mark on the bed. His tongue
trailed down Mark's hairy hard body. Soon Mark was moaning with his hands
on Brandon's head as it went up and down on his hard cock. His nuts were in
motion inside his nutsak. Just as he thought he was going to lose it and
shoot, Brandon stopped. He moved up the bed and kissed Mark.
As the two were kissing Brandon pushed his ass against the hard cock and
felt it slip over the hard shaft. Both guys gasped in pleasure. Mark's hips
automatically started a thrusting rhythm as if they had their own mind
trying to increase the pleasure. For a time they remained like that until
Mark rolled them over and began thrusting faster and harder; bracing
himself up on his arms. With a howl he unloaded his load deep into
Brandon. As he collapsed on top of Brandon breathing heavily he reached
until Brandon to find that he had shot his own load in the sheets.
"There's a mess" said Mark.
"Too true" said Brandon, equally out of breath. "How about a shower and we
move to the other bedroom?"
"Sounds like a plan" said Mark looking out the bedroom to the second
bedroom across the casita. "Membership does have it's privileges"
"Brat" said Brandon laughing.
CHAPTER TWO:
The next morning, the two were up early and dressed, shaven and breakfasted
all before 830 AM. "We all set?" asked Brandon.
"Yeah we're good" said Mark as they walked out of their own suite. Behind
them, two assistants held their computers and briefcases. One behind them
and one ahead of them were their own bodyguards. "I'm on my way to check
out the casitas. Jon and Nick have already left for the airport according
to the agents" He nodded at the one in front of them.
"OK" said Brandon. "I'll meet you out front then."
A few minutes later and a golf cart ride to the main building and the
paperwork was swiftly handled. Soon the two and their assistants were
headed out to Sky Harbor. They boarded Renaissance and settled in. After
checking messages on the computers and getting the information he wanted,
he stopped at the ever present, ever on coffee maker and got a cup of the
house brew. After tasting it, Brandon went forward to find Jonathan and
Nick in the main lounge.
"I hear you guys had a little excitement last night in Phoenix" he said by
way of greeting.
"Not as much excitement as the gang members did." said Nick.
"I called the hospital a little while ago" said Brandon sitting down in a
chair as the plane began its' take off roll. " Ryan-the kid you rescued- is
doing OK. A second set of x rays shows that only one rib was actually
broken, the other two show slight fractures. I guess the swelling distorted
the x-rays. Kinda strange. Anyway, the concussion is minor and he is most
likely going to be released into some sort of custody since he is underage
and no apparent guardians in the state."
"Has any of the crew talked to him?" asked Jonathan a frown darkening his
features.
"Jason left two of the Phoenix guys with him at the hospital" said
Brandon. "I don't know how much they have found out"
"Check it out for me" said Jonathan. "Let me know what you find out"
"OK" said Brandon, "I'll let you know in a little while"
"Thanks" said Jonathan.
Brandon walked back towards the offices. Going in he found Mark working on
updating the computers and comparing schedules. He looked up at him. "We
good?" asked Mark.
"All's well" said Brandon, sitting across from him at the other desk. "Jon
wants an update on the kid in the hospital"
"OK" said Mark, reaching for a phone. "Jason is still there isn't he?"
"I believe so" said Brandon.
CHAPTER THREE:
It was a short flight to Vegas. Brandon and Mark left the plane as soon as
it came to a halt and the stairs were wheeled into position. Ignoring the
commotion that the private 747 caused wherever it landed in general
aviation they got into a company car and were driven out to the casino that
Jonathan owned. They were met by the general upon their arrival.
"Hey guys" said Robert Standen, the General Manager of the casino. "Welcome
back. How was the trip?"
"Uneventful" said Brandon. "Everything ready for the boss?"
"As always" he replied. "I've just come from inspecting their suite and the
others. How far behind you are they?"
"No more then ten minutes I should think" said Brandon. He looked over at
Mark. "Check it out"
Mark nodded and flipped open his phone and hit the speed dial for Danny.
"Where and away?" he asked when Danny answered.
"Six minutes and coming in hot" said Danny.
"Got it" said Mark, breaking the connection. He turned back to
Brandon. "Six minutes out and coming in hot"
"Crap, I hate Las Vegas" said Brandon under his breath. He turned back to
the General. "Six minutes out Bob. They are coming in hot as Danny says
which means the advance security team should be here any second" Brandon
noted that the assistants had already gone in to drop off computers and
paperwork in the proper suites.
Brandon barely had time to finish the statement before two blacked out vans
came into the valet area at a high rate of speed. At the same time six
agents came out of front of the casino.
"I meant to tell you, some of them are already here" said the GM.
"Aren't they always" said Mark. He turned and watched as no less then 8
agents came out of each van and met up with the other advance team. 22
agents, all dressed in black dress pants, shirts and jackets coordinated
with each other briefly before setting up a pre-arranged pattern of
protection.
"Jonathan is gonna shit" said Brandon, recalling how much he hated this
much security. Vegas was Vegas however and Jonathan, as well as Nick, were
both multi billionaires and owners of the Casino, so Danny had the final
say. The lead advance agent came over to Brandon
"One minute out" said the agent.
"Thanks" said Brandon.
In actually 45 seconds, the first of the two Hummers pulled into the Valet
area. Well versed in their owners' protection unit, the valets all stayed
away from the two Hummers. Brandon and Mark walked over as Danny opened the
door to let Jonathan out.
"Isn't this a bit much?" asked Jonathan as he got out. Nick followed him
with Sebastian in his arms.
"No" came the reply.
"We're good to go boss" said Brandon as they started walking to the
casino. A loose ring of 12 agents were surrounding the group. People
seeing the group approach, naturally got out of the way. Dressed all in
black with black sunglasses, it was easy to imagine why their jackets were
unbuttoned. If they looked close enough it was easy to see that Danny,
following just to the side of Jonathan and Nick had his hand inside the
jacket and wrapped around the butt of his gun.
"OK" said Jonathan. "Shouldn't you and Mark be over at MGM?"
"We're getting there" said Brandon. "Just wanted to get you settled in and
such. The suites are ready. The current casino information is loaded on
your laptop and is in the suite. "
"Thanks" said Jonathan, shaking his hand. "Now get your asses over to MGM"
"OK" said Brandon laughing. Mark was behind him. "Call if you need
anything"
"I won't" said Jonathan. "Git"
"I guess we are officially on vacation" said Brandon.
"Sounds like it" said Mark.
They turned around to find their own `men in black' waiting for them. It
was kind of strange just standing there with the two bodyguards and nothing
else going on. They walked back to the car and driver waiting for them.
It was a short ride over to MGM GRAND. As the car rolled up to valet one of
the body guards got out and shooed the valet driver off with a glance. He
let Brandon and Mark out of the car. The casino host that had been assigned
to them was waiting just by the doors.
"Gentleman" he started, "My name is Chris Ashton. Welcome to MGM GRAND.
I'll be your host for your stay. Mr. Castleton called and said you would be
here about now. Everything is arranged and waiting for you"
Brandon glanced at Mark and for once felt the uncomfortable feeling that
Jonathan complained about being fawned over everywhere he went.
"These are your Casino cards" Ashton started. "Just present these too the
host at any of the high roller tables or slots you like. As you know,
you're set at a 100,000 dollar a day credit line, accessible anywhere in
the hotel. Of course, all of your food and beverage charges are comped, so
just enjoy your stay with us. Mr. Castleton asked us to arrange tickets for
you to KA, the Cirque show here. I've set that up for tomorrow evening,
front row if that is OK with you"
"That will be great thanks" said Brandon. He looked over at Mark who just
looked back at him and lifted his eyebrow.
"IF you will follow me then I'll take you to the sky loft and introduce you
to your butler staff." Said Ashton.
"shit" said Mark under his breath.
The host walked them through the main entranceway to a private set of
elevators. "Your casino cards will also act as access cards in the
elevator." He used one to activate the elevator before handing it back to
Brandon. They were promptly whisked up to the top floor. They walked along
a magnificently decorated hallway, where the doors were open and waiting
for them.
"Have you been here before?" asked Mark as they walked.
"No" said Brandon, "Jonathan rarely uses this suite or loft or whatever. He
keeps it for clients and special occasions. Since buying the casino down
the street, he rarely sleeps anywhere else in town. Keeps Danny happy that
way"
"Well, I'd keep Danny happy too" said Mark with a grin. Pissing off a very
large armed well trained bodyguard is just not good for life he had
decided.
They entered the loft to find not one but two butlers waiting for
them. "Gentleman, this is Erich, and this is Gerald." Said the host. "They
will take care of every need you need here. I'll leave you in their
hands. Here is my card with both my office and cell number. Please call me
day or night if there is anything that I can do for you"
First Brandon then Mark shook his hand and said thanks. As the doors
closed, they turned around to find the butlers waiting patiently.
"Good day sirs" said Erich with a hint of Austrian accent. "Will the large
gentlemen be staying with you in the suite? We have the second and third
bedrooms prepared."
Brandon looked over at David, his agent who nodded slightly. "I guess so"
he said.
"Most excellent, may we show you about?" asked Gerald.
For the next 20 minutes they were shown about the 10,000 square foot
space. Finally alone in their bedroom they looked out at the expanse of Las
Vegas through the ceiling to floor they both just stood there in silence.
"Pretty weird" said Mark finally.
"Yeah, it is different when the shoe is on the other foot" said
Brandon. "What do you want to do?"
"I'm in the mood for some slots" said Mark.
"Let's do it" said Brandon.
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